I lost myself getting lost in you,
It's hard to move on in each galaxy,
I'm following your thousand stars,
replaying every memory we had, and telling me how you felt in them memories.
and really, I think I'm stuck,
I'm stuck holding the love i have of your own heart.
I can't find a star
better than the other,
I can't stare up at memories,
not wanting to kiss you.
whenever I remember fears,
I roll back to my bed,
knowing when I need you,
you'd be here.
I wish you've seen all my flaws,
so I'll think you're always choosing us.
I wish my hand got sweaty
holding hands together,
than having my hands sweaty,
when holding pillows against my chest.
how much I've written the poems,
that i just kept in my drawer,
I didn't have the courage,
to show them to you,
not because you might be better at this,
but because its all about you.
silence is always killing the sound i wanna burst outta my throat,
I needed one long scream out,
followed by tears in the bright light.
well yeah, my favorite time to cry was the night.
where there's no one,
where it's too dark.
can I still be called a human?
as I stand like a stone?
like I'm fucked up, I stay alone.
fated to be pushed away, accidentally, always .
and who knows?, who cares?
I don't feel the bones holding my strength,
I don't even know if my blood still has a special lively color.
I don't feel my thoughts ever changing,
I'm calmly and barely breathing.
but my heart
is always waiting for the key.
your key was lost in the unlimited ocean,
ending and travelling every time to a deeper distance,
please come back to me, stop the pain.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
